"Hubby?" Eryx, who had just taken a seat to chair an emergency meeting, immediately stood up again.
"H–Hubby," Lunara's voice came through the other line, a little shaky. "Can you come here? Something happened."
Eryx's eyes darkened. His grip tightened around his phone. "What happened? Where are you? Still at the studio?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the murmurs in the meeting room.
Lunara swallowed. "Hmm… The studio."
Eryx's jaw tightened. "Stay there. I'm coming."
Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call and turned to Callum. "Cancel the meeting."
"But sir—"
"Now," Eryx snapped, already grabbing his coat.
Callum sighed but nodded, pulling out his phone. Meanwhile, Eryx strode out of the office, his expression cold and unreadable.
Whatever had happened, whoever was responsible, he would deal with it.
